On the stage at this moment, Fang Ming was still chattering, mostly introducing himself or praising Jiang Feiqing.

It looks like it doesn't matter if you can talk to Jiang Feiqing until you are old, but fortunately, there are many opponents in the audience, and before he can say a word, countless people, including Bi Cai beside Qin Mu, all shouted angrily: "Isn't it going to start? Doesn't he know that every word to my dear concubine is a heinous act for me?"

There was an uproar in the audience, and there was a lot of discussion.

"Chirping, like a girl! I don't want to compete, go down early!"

"Let's get started!"

"Dang!"

The final bell of the decisive battle finally sounded, Jiang Feiqing's face turned cold, and she looked straight at Fang Ming.

Fang Ming was coldly looked at her, and suddenly felt a chill all over his body, although from here, even if Jiang Feiqing's face was cold, he was still beautiful, but looking at the Nuwa Zhu Aya sacrificed by Jiang Feiqing, he didn't dare to laugh anymore no matter what, and then put away his smile, straightened his mind, and used the magic trick in his right hand.

I saw that the muscles in Fang Ming's body suddenly swelled, and above his arms, there were terrifying green tendons and rage, and his fists suddenly doubled in size, becoming stronger and more powerful.

Qin Mu's heart was shocked, what is this for? Muscle show? Jiang Feiqing is holding an immortal object, aren't you looking for death with muscles all over your body.

However, before he could recover his senses, a silver-white giant sword rose in Fang Ming's hand.

Qin Mu frowned, and couldn't help but think of Luo'er's immortal sword "Tianya", at this time, he only heard Bi Cai beside him suddenly snort, and said in a low voice: "Isn't it true that other people's magic veins have always only cultivated puppets, how can they cultivate this kind of immortal sword again." ”

Song Chen let out a "hey", and then said: "In the early years, the first line of human art only taught people to make puppets, but since the first seat of the human art line was replaced by a dustless real person, there are more things to cultivate in its vein. Later, there has always been a saying about immortal sword cultivation in the human art lineage, but you don't know if you don't learn it on weekdays. There are all kinds of cultivation in each vein, do you think it's just one type of cultivation, then you're wrong, each vein is only a major one. ”

"The immortal sword in the hand of this Senior Brother Fang is the first cold ice of the human art vein, and its power is extremely great, just to see if this Senior Brother Fang can exert it. ”

Wutianzong is one of the largest sects in Central Continent, and its subordinates not only cultivate martial arts, but also involve martial arts such as cultivation, cultivation, alchemy, and immortal sword.

To the south of the Central Continent, martial arts cultivation is advocated, and when you come to the north, the types of cultivation become varied.

Therefore, it is not surprising to see practitioners of other attributes at the sect meeting.

Hearing this, Bi Cai stuck out his tongue, smiled, and said, "Oh, I know." ”

Qin Mu's eyes flashed, and when he looked around, he saw a crowd of people.

Suddenly, Bi Cai pulled his arm and said happily: "Little junior brother, look, it's about to start." ”

Qin Mu raised his eyes and looked at the stage, only to see that Fang Ming had already raised the giant sword, and the cold on the table was suddenly overwhelming.

But in Qin Mu's eyes, he intuitively found that the immortal sword in Fang Ming's hand was obviously still a gap with the Tianya sword compared to the "Tianya" that Master Shuiyue taught to Luo'er, both in terms of aura and strength.

On the other hand, Jiang Feiqing, Nuwa Zhu Aya dragged up her slender body, and stopped on the floating clouds with an expressionless face, watching Fang Ming condense her soul power in front of her, as if she had no intention of attacking at all.

Nuwa Zhu Aya, who was like a living creature, wrapped around her body with great tenderness, although this immortal creature did not merge with its master like most cultivation magic weapons, but after all, this was an ancient artifact, and its strength naturally did not dare to be underestimated.

On the path of cultivation, psychic magic weapons can often be combined with 61 bodies in the long-term cultivation of practitioners, and they can only be sacrificed when they are used, which is very convenient.

It is similar to the method of "hiding the sword" in sword repair.

However, there are some strange magic weapons, because their own spiritual power is too strong, and ordinary monks' bodies can't afford it, so they can't do this, and they can only be carried by their masters.

But this kind of magic weapon is often the treasure of the immortal family, which is extremely powerful, and the deeper the master's cultivation, the stronger the power it exerts, like the Tianya Immortal Sword in Luo'er's hand, which belongs to this category.

At this moment, on the ring, the three feet around Fang Ming, a thin layer of ice had formed on the table, and Qin Mu and Song Chen, who were close to each other, all felt a cold air rushing towards their faces, this kind of cold was emitted by the "Cold Ice" Immortal Sword in Fang Ming's hand.

It seemed that Fang Ming had already begun to exert the power of ice at this time.

But Jiang Feiqing, who was still stopped in mid-air, seemed indifferent to this, and just looked at Fang Ming coldly.

Fang Ming danced wildly with the immortal sword alone in full view of everyone, and the power of ice was already fully revealed.

But as soon as he looked at Jiang Feiqing's gaze, which seemed to be colder than the cold air emitted by his immortal sword, Fang Ming was a little overwhelmed at this time.

"What the hell is this girl trying to do?"

Fang Ming's heart became a little impatient, and when he pointed at the sword technique, his hands shook, and the giant sword in front of him immediately surged and shot towards Jiang Feiqing.

A third of a second.

Fang Ming's silver-white giant sword had already shot into the cloud at Jiang Feiqing's feet at this moment, Jiang Feiqing's indifferent face did not have the slightest expression, and she didn't see any movement from her, she saw the vermilion jade silk carrying her body backwards, but Fang Ming's immortal sword was faster, and it was about to catch up in the blink of an eye, and the audience suddenly screamed.

Seeing that there was no room for hair, Jiang Feiqing flipped her right hand, and the Nuwa Zhu Aya beside her flashed, grabbed the Zhu Aya in front of her with her left hand, and pulled it to the top of her head, and suddenly the glow was like a veil, and Nuwa Zhu Aya instantly widened several times, and a glow barrier was suddenly opened above her head.

It was too late to say that it was too fast, in Fang Ming's solemn face, the cold ice sword "Zheng" slammed on the glow, only to see the red glow tremble violently, but it was safe.

The audience was in an uproar, and the exclamations were endless.

The glow flashed, Fang Ming's brows furrowed, his face was indifferent, and in this moment, his immortal sword had flown back into his hand.

But seeing that he gritted his teeth, held the fairy sword tightly in his right hand, the muscles of his arms trembled slightly, and his left hand unconsciously covered his chest, it was estimated that it hurt his vitality just now.

"Ahh

This hand was revealed, and Bi Cai in the audience screamed out, but immediately closed his mouth, only to see Qin Mu and Song Chen staring at him with stern expressions.

However, the rest of the disciples in the audience had no scruples, and suddenly a cheer rang out, and the applause was thunderous.

"Jiang beauty, good job!"

"Feiqing, you are my goddess!"

"That's amazing!

The exclamations came and went, and the stage was also filled with cold air at the same time, and it was almost impossible to see anything.

"Such a powerful Nuwa Zhu Aya, that blow just now, ordinary people can't resist it. Song Chen looked solemn and sighed slightly.

Half a breath, there was no movement on the stage.

But Fang Ming, who was standing high on the stage, did not look relaxed at all, he had already seen Jiang Feiqing's strength, and besides, her blow just now was just a defense.

If that Nuwa Zhu Aya really attacked, how powerful would it be.

The clouds are thick and it is difficult to see.

At that moment, Fang Ming's eyes widened, carefully searching the surroundings.

Sure enough, a moment later, in the clouds in front of her, the glow flashed suddenly, and in an instant, the light was magnified, and I saw Jiang Feiqing like a fire phoenix, Huo Ran flew out, and Nuwa Zhu Ayaxia's light flowed, turning sharply, and flying beside her.

Looking at this formation, it must be Jiang Feiqing who wants to exert the true power of Nuwa and Zhu Aya.

Jiang Feiqing's face was solemn, and her beautiful eyes reflected a terrifying coldness, only to see her pointing forward with her hand, and in an instant, the glow flashed, as fast as lightning, Nuwa Zhu Aya rolled up a gust of wind, her face hurt, and she roared towards Fang Ming.

At this time, the originally cold air was forced to open a hole by the aura generated by Nuwa Zhu Aya.

Fang Ming's face changed drastically, seeing that dazzling glow was overwhelming, he didn't dare to hesitate at the moment, he didn't think about it, he urged the cold ice sword in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into three ice walls in front of him, exuding a trace of cold air.

Another third of a second.

I saw that in the midst of the ten thousand rays of light, from the place where the heavy clouds were scattered like a sea of clouds, Nuwa Zhu Aya flew from the sky, shot at it, and rushed towards Fang Ming, the momentum was so fierce that it was irresistible.

Fang Ming's face was solemn, and sweat flowed from his forehead, obviously shocked by Jiang Feiqing's great power of Nuwa Zhu Aya.

In an instant, Nuwa Zhu Aya was in front of her.

Click, click, click——

In the midst of the stunned eyes of the hundreds of Martial Heaven Sect disciples, the three ice walls that Fang Ming had condensed with his soul power were like tofu, and they were rushed over by that Nuwa Zhu Aya as if they were nothing, and they were smashed to pieces.

Fang Ming was shocked, with his strength, coupled with the assistance of the treasure of the Human Skill Sect, he originally thought that he only needed to use three ice walls as a defense.

However, unexpectedly, Jiang Feiqing's cultivation was so unfathomable, and the red jade silk was unexpectedly powerful, and it came to his eyes in a blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Fang Ming trembled involuntarily and took a few steps back.

At this point, he had nothing to do.

As Nuwa Zhu Aya approached, everyone's faces changed, shocked by the tremendous power of this never-before-seen artifact.

However, just when Fang Ming thought that he would be knocked away by this divine object, within three feet of Fang Ming, he saw Nuwa Zhu Aya suddenly stop suddenly, and suddenly pierced into the ground like a poisonous dragon, but he forced himself into those hard white jade slabs.

Just when Fang Ming was puzzled, however, just as he had just gained a foothold, Nuwa Zhu Aya, who was originally like a poisonous dragon, had suddenly rushed out of the ground like a fiery dragon.

Before Fang Ming could calm down, where he was standing, the sand and rocks suddenly flew away, and a big hole exploded, the momentum was so fierce that it was shocking.

Jiang Feiqing was in mid-air at the moment, making begonia magic with her left and right hands, her ten fingers crossed her chest, her lips moved slightly, and she said coquettishly: "Forbidden God!"

Nuwa Zhu Aya volleyed in the air, a whistling, the glow was shining in an instant, and when she saw the wind, she didn't know how long it had doubled, on the whole stone platform, the glow surged, Zhu Aya covered the clouds and covered the sun, and traveled rapidly, or when she was entangled in the air, or rushed into the hard underground-

But no matter what, Nuwa Zhu Aya was centered on Fang Ming, and countless dense red silk lines had already surrounded him.

Everyone in the audience was shocked and looked at each other, and everyone was shocked by Jiang Feiqing's strength.

And the heads of the veins on the VIP seat also looked at each other.

This kind of "forbidden god" thaumaturgy is an ancient magic trick, which has been lost for hundreds of years, and today it seems that this "forbidden god" magic trick has not been lost, but it is stored under the door of the Hongmeng Palace.

The "Forbidden God" was magnificent, and within half a moment, the entire stone platform, whether in the sky or underground, was wrapped in red silk.

Before everyone could react, they saw a finger of Jiang Feiqing's jade hand in mid-air, and Nuwa Zhu Aya's entire body turned into a huge red ball, and kept pressing inward.

In that gap, under the glow, a few faint traces of silvery-white light could be faintly seen, and it seemed that Fang Ming was making a final struggle inside.

But an immortal is an immortal after all, and although Nuwa Zhu Aya was resisted by another force and slowed down, she still pressed inward with an irresistible force.

There was silence in the audience, and the disciples of Wu Tianzong all opened their mouths wide, looking nervously at the huge red ball on the stage.

Everyone knows what will happen if you can't resist the power of this ancient artifact.

In less than half a sound, Nuwa Zhu Aya had already shrunk to about four feet, and the red ball was slowly getting smaller, and the glow flickered, completely obscuring the silver-white light emitted by Fang Ming's cold ice sword, and there was a "gurgling" sound from time to time within the red ball.

Everyone couldn't see Fang Ming's figure at this time, and Jiang Feiqing was still stopped in mid-air, looking calm, just a jade hand slightly controlling Nuwa Zhu Aya.

After a while, Nuwa Zhu Aya slowly pressed inward again, and everyone held their breath, a little nervous and breathless.

Inward, another foot-

At this moment, just hearing the sound of "ah", Fang Ming was like a cannon fodder, and he actually rushed out with a sword, but at this time, he looked much paler.

What's even more funny is that Fang Ming, who was originally muscular, looked like a young man who had lost his body at this time, and the muscles on his arms had obviously disappeared a lot.

Seeing this, the disciples in the audience were cheering and applauding, they didn't know whether they were cheering for Fang Ming or cheering for themselves with a sigh of relief.

In short, the atmosphere of the audience once again got a high 61 tide.

But the head of the human art pulse in the VIP seat closed his eyes and sighed slightly.

This Fang Ming's cultivation is considered to be useless.

The two elders of the Hongmeng Hall sitting on the side looked at each other and smiled.

Everyone could see that his Fang Ming's vitality at this time had long been exhausted, and he didn't even have the strength to hold the Ice Sword.

At this time, Jiang Feiqing folded up in the air, and with a finger of her right hand, Nuwa Zhu Aya was like a red lightning, whistling away, hitting Fang Ming's back.

At this time, where did Fang Ming still have the strength to resist, he only made the last struggle, his body moved, and he was immediately hit lightly by Nuwa Zhu Aya in the back, and suddenly the whole person flew forward, and fell to the outside of the field with a "bang".

Originally, it was a competition between two people, but at this time, it seems to have become a one-sided battle.

This is the effect caused by the disparity in strength, the weak people, in front of the strong people, are like ants, and can only be slaughtered.

The winner is king, and the loser is the loser.

This is an eternal truth.